Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

It had started last Wednesday. A note had been slipped through Lady Rotunda’s door, brought to her by one of her servants. She had still been laying in bed at the time, stuffing her face as per usual with the usual mornings treats. She had hardly noticed the rather meek and quiet pony who had come in to her room pass along the message, only seeing her standing there waiting between mouthfuls.

“Oh, good morning Cherry. Is there something you need, as you can see I am rather pre-occupied…” The large pony said, stopping for a mere moment to see what her servant had to say.

“A note has come mam’, shall I read it to you while you eat?” She asked, her horn glowing and slipping the note out of the envelope. It was a rather delicate thing, gold lace and tiny writing on the small piece of parchment inside. Clearly not meant to be handled by chubby hooves.

“Please dear, every second I don’t have something in my mouth I’m losing pounds.” The mare replied, taking a few more treats from the tray next to her bed and stuffing them in. Her ears twitched as she listened to the note being read to her by Cherry.

“Dear esteemed patron. You are hereby invited to a grand banquet to host Wheat Sheaf and Gold Grain, esteemed visitors from the homeworld. After a successful negotiation with the Planetary Governor for a new trade agreement this momentous occasion is to be celebrated. Please attend yourself (+1 guest and up to 2 servants) to Ceranium Manor this coming Saturday. Your truly, Planetary Governor Farthest Reach.” Cherry finished reading, and slid the letter back into the envelope. She could hardly believe it, for the first time since she could remember Lady Rotunda had stopped eating during a meal. Her flabby jaw just hung open in amazement.

That had been the only respite for the remainder of the week. Cherry had found herself tasked after that with making sure everything was in place for Saturday. A formal outfit had to be found, Lady Rotunda had ordered her dinner parties cancelled...but not the food, something about “Wanting to make a good impression.” Her rate of eating just seemed to increase. The mare was clearly determined to gain more size than usual, and her intake of food more than doubled as she herself scoffed the same amount of food meant to serve enough for all her party guests. On friday night, she weighed herself.

The momentous scales, installed and taking up an entire room in their vast abode, took a moment to count up her total weight, but finally a figure appeared. 4812ibs

If the fat and jiggly mare could have jumped for joy, she would have. Over 800ibs in less than a week! She had gained a little more than her target weight. She was sure she’d make a good impression.

And now here she was, in amongst ponies of class. Not just the class she was used to, real class. The biggest and fattest ponies in all the colony were here. Not a single guest could move under their own power, but the Planetary Governor always had the largest space available. A plethora of anti-grav pads sat at each side of the extensive table, piled high with food. The moment a tray of treats dropped below a certain level, servants from the vast kitchens immediately came and topped them up. Nopony was going hungry tonight, and the top echelons of their society were celebrating the only way they knew how. By gorging themselves silly.

There was little talk, everypony too busy stuffing their fat faces with food as much as they could. Occasionally Lady Rotunda would crane her flabby neck to her side to look at her husband, but all he did was smile in between huge mouthfuls of the never ending piles of food they were all doing their best to consume.

Whilst some of the guests were able to feed themselves, many were far too big to reach the table and grab what they wanted. Cherry had been brought along to feed her mistress, and was doing her best at keeping her full and satisfied by levitating food right into the mares mouth, who endlessly chomped away. Lady Rotunda was a unicorn herself, but why waste magic when the invitation had specified they were allowed to bring guests?

Her eating was interrupted by Cherry stopping feeding her. “You have a conference call incoming mam’. The Planetary Governor wants to introduce the guests.”

A screen flicked to life in front of her, as it did for everyone else round the table. Again another side effect of the hugeness of the ponies. They were all so far apart, separated by their massive rolls of fat that this was the only effective way to communicate. The two huge guests, that absolutely dominated the room at the head of the table may have been speaking all night, but nopony would have heard a word they said.

“Good evening my...smack... honoured guests, thank you for...chomp... attending this fine banquet this evening...chew….” Planetary Governor Farthest Reach broke off for a moment to finish what he was eating. The call suddenly becoming flooded with an “U-uuurp!” as he relieved himself before carrying on. “Even more produce will be making its way to Sleipnir in the coming weeks, and I’d like to thank both guests Gold Grain and Wheat Sheaf for making the trip personally to ensure it was achieved. I myself am greatly looking forward to sampling what produce their farm has to offer! Three belches for our esteemed guests!” He finished enthusiastically, before the call erupted once again into a plethora of “Urrrrrrrrps!” “B-buuurrrppps!” and “Bwaaaarrrppps!” as the huge ponies showed their appreciation. The call clicked off, and the ponies returned to their gorging.

Although still eating, Lady Rotunda just couldn’t take her eyes off the ponies at the end. They were of amazing size. It had been brought to her attention that Equestrian ponies were much bigger than colony ponies. But these two were just flabbergastingly massive. She watched as personal drones, a small army of them, moved between the table and into small holes where their heads should be, she presumed buried somewhere in there was the faces of the two guests, stuffing themselves just as everypony else attending was. Far too fat for servants to feed them, it would take them a large portion of time just to ascend their huge bodies with the food.

She knew the first thing she was going to do was weight herself again when she got home, she wondered if she had broken the magic 5000ibs mark. She had hoped she might have caught up to the largest pony, Planetary Governor Farthest Reach was the fattest pony in the colony, being their leader, but with tonight's feast he would have advanced beyond that weight easily.

Rotunda felt herself continue to grow as she ate. Her flanks and belly continued to balloon in size. Every guest there was gaining a massive amount, a true testament to gluttony. Fat faces and flabby tums jostled for space around the table as an almost audible jiggling was heard over the sounds of chewing and swallowing. This truly was the peak of pleasure.

“More food my lady? You’ve stopped eating.” Her thoughts were interrupted by Cherry, who stood below her head ready to levitate in more tasty treats.

“Oh of course my dear, I was just taking in the moment. I don’t know if I shall attend something this spectacular again.” She said with a little wistful sigh.

“Me either, my lady. Thank you for choosing to bring me. I have not attended such a high profile event in my entire life. I shall remember it always. But please, this event is about you and not me, have another cinnamon roll.” The unicorn servant said in a pleasing tone as she levitated the treat into her masters waiting maw.

Rotunda felt it happening, that magical moment when you started to consume so much you fell into a food pleasure coma. She took her servants advice, and continued to eat. Her mind consumed with thoughts of her size, and just how heavy and colossal she was now. There was still an amazing amount of food left to consume, and the mare was going to eat as much of it as she could before the night was over.